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Sometimes...

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Chocolate-Wood

Published: Jun 13, 2011

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Sometimes...
You have to take a risk
You have to let it all go
You have to get away from it all

Sometimes...
You need to fall before you fly
You need to loose all hope before you find it
You need to take charge and be who you want to be

Sometimes...
You want to be strong, and all you are is weak
You want to be free, and all you are is caged
You want to be yourself, and not who you pretend to be

Sometimes...
You shouldnt think, you should just do
You shouldnt care what others say, and just go for it
You shouldnt plan, you should wing it

And sometimes...
Just sometimes... you need a walk, some ice cream, a good book and a random writing to make your night worth living...

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Well, this is as random as it gets. i decided i needed to write more, so i wrote this. now... i think im going for a walk and getting some ice cream..

sometimes... you have to take a risk...